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“Ugh, mm…”
The master did not give Diana time to adjust. The rigid tip pressed against the back of her throat as it pushed in deeply. Diana’s neck tilted back precariously.
“Don’t just leave it open—suck on it.”
She instinctively knew that unless she managed to do it properly, this torment wouldn’t end. Diana tried to accommodate the unfamiliar object inside her mouth desperately.
Swallowing it all was impossible from the start. She struggled to move her tongue and licked the veined shaft. When the tip of her tongue grazed the thick head, the tip twitched. She even tried sucking on it with all her might, but it was so large she couldn’t tell if her efforts were effective.
“Hah…”
Her master let out a long breath. His voice, steeped in lust, sounded subtly different.
Diana shuddered as the penis suddenly pushed further into her mouth.
“Mm, ngh!”
The organ that reached her deep inside slid out before thrusting in again. Though her legs were closed, this was still an act of intercourse. Her master was using her mouth like it was a woman’s innermost parts.
Diana was shaken roughly by his thrusts. Each time he drove forward, he penetrated deeper and deeper.
“Mm, haah…”
“Breathe through your nose. Don’t stop. Lift your head, now—breathe.”
To avoid gagging, she had to tilt her head further back and breathe through her nose. He wouldn’t care if her throat became raw or torn in the process.
Every time the shaft plunged into her throat, the thick masculine scent engulfed her. By the middle of it, she couldn’t think of anything anymore.
“Ah…”
A groan, tinged with a low huskiness, robbed Diana of her senses.
Hot semen pounded against her throat. The master didn’t pull out, forcing Diana to swallow all of it as it poured into her mouth. Her throat bobbed up and down painfully as she struggled.
“Haah, haah… cough, ugh…”
Despite her efforts, it was impossible to swallow everything.
The remaining semen clung stickily to her tongue and the roof of her mouth. As soon as Felix let go of her, Diana coughed as though her life depended on it. The semen lingering in her mouth stretched downward from her lips in a long thread.
Felix used his thumb to smear the mess across Diana’s lips. When he pressed against her limp tongue and forced her mouth open, she whimpered.
“Ah, master… cough…”
Felix inserted his thumb deep into her mouth, pressing into her trembling tongue’s root to check for tears. Though the saliva, now cloudy with white, showed no trace of blood, her tear-streaked face betrayed the torment she felt.
“How many days has it been since my warning, Diana?”
“Cough, ngh…”
“What truth could possibly come from that lying mouth of yours?”
Her small lips cracked under the halfhearted touch, and a droplet of blood formed on Felix’s thumb.
Felix smeared the pinkish fluid, mixed with her saliva, across her pale cheek. The colors blended in a strangely erotic yet harmonious way. Diana, her eyes dazed, gasped for air.
Felix gripped her jaw with force, tilting her head up higher. It was only then that her light green eyes came into full view.
Those bothersome eyes.
But something about them was different today.
“Please… spare me.”
Diana whispered, looking directly at him. For the first time, their gazes aligned perfectly.
Felix’s lips slowly parted.
He cupped her cheeks with both hands and lifted her face. Only after locking eyes fully did he finally see it.
Her pale green irises reflected nothing—not even him—but instead held an unquenchable longing.
Diana mumbled hesitantly.
“I… don’t know what to do. I just thought if I lived a normal life, that would’ve been enough, I… I’m just that kind of person…”
It was a desperate clinging to the idea of a complete life. She looked like a fledgling bird trying to break out of its shell with all its might, trapped in darkness.
For a moment, a suffocating pressure gripped his chest, accompanied by the urge to snuff her out immediately.
However.
“…”
After all, killing her…
Despite her unparalleled beauty, the subtle lack of aesthetic completeness was entirely compensated by that singular gaze. In an unexpected moment, for the first time in a long while, Felix was captivated by the vitality of a living being.
To kill or not to kill. A new impulse, entirely different from his earlier concerns, began to emerge.
He wanted to draw it.
Felix’s lips curled into a dangerous arc as he brushed under Diana’s eyes. His long-repressed desire to create surged, accompanied by a craving to possess her in some form.
The woman, Diana, was an exceptionally alluring object.
In that case, it was worth keeping her alive a little longer.
“From now on, you must obtain my permission, not the Butler’s, for outings. Engrave in your mind who your master is.”
“Y-yes, Master…”
“Take care of explaining the reason for your outing outside the palace.”
Felix, speaking gently, straightened his posture and tied the belt of his robe.
Diana only released the cough she had been holding back after her master’s presence had completely disappeared.
“Cough, cough, ugh…”
No matter how many times she rinsed her mouth, the bitter, fishy taste lingered. Dragging her trembling legs, she picked up the clothes scattered messily on the floor.
Something kept falling on the back of her hands—it was her own tears. She didn’t know when she started crying, but her entire face was drenched.
Exhausted to the point of immobility, Diana sat blankly on the cold floor, replaying her master’s words in her mind.
“Take care of explaining the reason for your outing…”
The only reason she had mentioned for being outside the palace was meeting a lover. But no, it couldn’t be that simple.
He knows. He knows I went to meet the prince.
Finally, Diana realized—this was punishment. It was also a stern warning.
A sharp warning that, as long as she served him as his maid, she would have no freedom. A warning that, should she serve two masters, she might face even harsher consequences.
It was Felix’s final warning.
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To be honest, Diana thought she wouldn’t survive that day.
Her master had left her in the bathroom and walked away. He would likely return with a sword—killing her with his bare hands would mean dirtying himself, which he would find unpleasant. In the short moment of waiting for him, countless memories flashed before her eyes.
But no matter how long she waited, the man did not return. Diana, naked and growing colder by the minute, waited for hours in the bathroom. She couldn’t move a finger, terrified that any unauthorized action might actually result in her execution.
It wasn’t until the goosebumps on her back had spread into chills that her master returned. Felix cast a brief glance at the trembling, unmoving Diana and said indifferently:
“Clean up and return to your room. Come back at dawn tomorrow.”
“…Yes, Master.”
Diana fumbled to find her clothes and cleaned the bathroom. Throughout the entire process, her master’s gaze followed her every movement. He seemed to be lounging on the couch outside the bathroom.
She tried not to think about the sticky thing lingering in her throat. Half-dazed, Diana’s fingers inadvertently caused water to evaporate, leaving a gleaming shine on the tiles as her uncontrolled elemental powers surged.
Unable to comprehend what she was doing or the keen interest in her every action, Diana staggered to her feet.
“I’ll… be leaving now.”
The sharp pain in her lower back felt like it would break her spine. Cold sweat poured from her body.
The moment Diana returned to her room, she collapsed as if fainting. By dawn, her fever had spiked alarmingly.
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Diana remained unconscious for an entire day. Even as Runok banged on her door, searching for her when she didn’t appear at her usual time, she barely registered the noise.
Ordinarily, Diana had been robust. Despite enduring Nephrine Defierre’s abuses, she had never been bedridden with fever.
At one point, she vaguely heard familiar voices beside her bed.
“She hasn’t been well for a few days, and now this. Shall we fire her, Your Highness?”
“Leave her. She’ll come out when she recovers.”
“Then what about cleaning and assisting with your baths…?”
“She won’t be doing that anymore. Didn’t the Duke say to find a new maid?”
“Oh, yes. I’ve shortlisted some candidates.”
“Pick one. It doesn’t matter which—they’re all the same anyway.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Such conversations seemed to pass by faintly, but she couldn’t be sure.
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